Black Power |An Interracial Eminem Fanfiction|

~Eleven~

{This is sort of a filler chapter but I had to find a way to explain what Ajala's family looks like and how she feels after her night with Marshall}

Ajala on the other hand was more consumed by the feelings for Marshall than ever. Not even the thought of Anté, her darling crush, could ravage her back to him. The next morning, she awoke with a firm feeling of sitting unmoved in her gut.

She was repulsed by how the white man manipulated her.

She was repulsed how the white man made her want to come with him.

Ajala went into the bathroom and vomited up the previous nights' late dinner. The thought of Marshall even being close or intimate with her driving her to physical sickness. It hurt her physically as well. She flushed quickly. It also released because of the disrupt in her body.

Ajala then went forward to get dressed in a light blue oversized top and thin fit blue jeans. The feelings of resentment and anger that rested and were implanted so firmly inside her heart were beginning to subside, but not so much to the point to totally confuse Ajala-Leigh.

She looked at herself in the mirror, running her hands through her frizzy and nappy black curled hair. She would never get the black man of her dreams or any man for that matter with her looks and attitude. With hate, despair and an ever present need to leave her house, she walked out, toting her purple book bag which was firmly strapped to her back.

She walked down the stairs to see all five other members of her family gathered around the small table, a giant picture of a charred lynch victim from the 1920's overlooking them all. She took in her scraggly looking family, all so scrawny and dark.

Thomasine-Jane's dark eyes and large facial features all masked by a nearly black face. The only feature visible had been her slim dark pink lips that bloomed underneath her wide nose. She was nine years old, on the brink of puberty, and still skinnier than the switches Yonique threatened to beat them with in the summer times. Her clothes, a plaid jumper dress and Mary Jane's hung loosely off her thin body.

Nation was a bit bigger than Thomasine, and was seven. He had a nose so wide that it looked like God dropped a dam on his face. Nation was cocoa colored, way lighter skinned than Thomasine. He wore regular clothes like Ajala and they hung off him better. His lips were plump however, but not suffocating. His hair curled up in dark ringlets, all blended together. 

Patti-Mae was six years old and probably the best looking out of the six of them. She was perfectly sized, not too skinny, not too fat. She had soft, delicate reddish brown skin and was also the lightest of all them. Her lips were lusciously filled out and naturally colored dark pink. She always wore white dresses, black shined shoes and lacy socks  that revealed her little girl like appeal. Her hair was too thin to fit in braids but too thick to be left out. She wore it in a puff above her head that looked like a bomb cloud.

Maxine-Rebekah, the invisible sister as she was called, was just as slim, dark and large eyed as Thomasine, she wore raggedly clothes, had chapped big lips and her hair tufted out from underneath old, frizzy twists. She was only five.

As Ajala looked around at her siblings, she realized how right her gut instinct had been all along. The Africans were truly superior in looks and attitude.

And she promised herself in that moment and that one alone that she would never, ever let a member of the white race manipulate and violate her again...